Kethyrdryll came out onto the terrace, an icy-faced Danielle on his arm. “There you are. It’s only a few minutes to the hour.” I groaned. “Toast time approaches. Better put my shoes back on.” “Where’s Terra?” Logan asked Danielle. “Dancing with the Rex’s younger son. Soames is keeping watch.” Kethyrdryll moved to help me stand. “I’ll escort you to my brother.” “Okay. Thanks.” Man, my feet were killing me. Too bad I hadn’t had time to break in the new shoes before the party. Danielle latched onto Logan’s arm the second he rose, while shooting a frown at me. I couldn’t exactly blame her, since I’d kind of stolen her date. They followed us back into the ballroom, but not all the way to where Thorandryll was holding court with a gaggle of mostly female admirers. If the setting were different, Thorandryll likely would’ve been mobbed. I wondered if he were using glamour on them, and realized it’d been some time since I’d suffered an attack of the Hazies around him.
